Cassia smiled softly at Liam’s words. "I'm sorry I didn’t call earlier…” she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of guilt. She shifted slightly on her feet, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "It’s okay," Liam replied without hesitation, his tone warm and reassuring. "As long as y
"You should enjoy your time with your girlfriend, nephew." Martinez gave Darvan a firm pat on the shoulder before turning and walking away. Darvan watched his uncle's retreating figure with narrowed eyes. From a distance, Martinez pulled out his phone and made a quick call, his voice calm but loud
Darvan watched as Cassia hesitated, her eyes flicking between the stranger’s mask and his outstretched hand. The stranger seemed so calm and self-assured. With no polite way to say no, she reluctantly placed her hand in his. Darvan let out a scoff, but the loud music drowned it out. “I guess so,”
The moment Darvan reached where Cassia was seated, he slid into the seat beside her without hesitation. Cassia’s brow raised beneath her mask. Who was this now? Though his face was obscured, his body shape and presence struck a chord of familiarity. Darvan wasted no time. "Cassia,” he began soft
As Darvan watched her walk away, he sat frozen in place, his mind replaying her words like a broken record. "Desperate pest?" Did she really call him that? him? "Darvan... I want to go back to the hotel," Stacy’s voice broke through his daze. She was clearly uncomfortable. She couldn’t bear to stay
"Hi...?" Martinez muttered, his tone hesitant. Cassia chuckled, unable to resist her amusement at his unexpected shyness Right now, he seemed more like a lost child. She turned her gaze to the sea, and there was silence for a few seconds before she turned back to him. "Is this the place you mentio
"And you're the one giving me lessons?" Darvan’s brows furrowed, his anger barely contained as he stared at his uncle. Martinez bit his lower lip, sensing the direction Darvan was taking the conversation, but he didn't care. He repeated his words as if daring Darvan. "I don’t intend to lecture you
After watching Darvan walk away, Cassia turned her attention to Martinez, a gentle smile gracing her face. "I think my friends must have gone back to the hotel," she said, glancing briefly at her wristwatch. "I should probably head there too. It's getting late, and I'm exhausted—and famished." Mar
Cassia followed the directions sent to her carefully. Stage by stage, new parts of the address were sent, guiding her step by step until she finally arrived. She found herself standing before a large house, isolated from the busy world she was used to. The compound was massive, with wide-open space
Martinez slammed the door open as he stormed into the Sinclair estate. His steps were loud, firm, and full of anger. He didn’t bother to knock or announce himself. In the living room, Mrs. Sinclair sat quietly, but not with her usual fake politeness. She wasn’t sipping tea or forcing a smile. Inst
Henry moved quickly. As soon as he saw Adams coming his way, he pulled his cap lower and casually turned down another street. His heart raced, but he forced himself to walk calmly. No sudden moves, he couldn’t afford to draw attention. "He’s one step ahead of me? Didn’t see that coming," Henry chuc
Cassia quickly pulled her arm free from Henry’s grasp and cleared her throat. "I'm not ignoring you," she said briskly. "I just have things I need to take care of." She turned away, intending to leave, but barely made it a few steps before she felt Henry grab her wrist again. "Henry," she called,
Darvan was still seated at the dining table, his eyes locked on the message displayed on his phone screen. He hadn’t said a word since reading it aloud. The room was silent, as if even his friends were trying to process the message he had just shared. Finally, after what felt like forever, Darvan r
Cassia stopped reading, frozen in place as she stared at the piece of paper in her hands. Darvan wasn’t Mrs. Sinclair’s son? She decided to read it again. And again. Maybe the words would change, or blur enough to make her doubt them. But no, the truth was stubborn. Her hands trembled as she care
Marc inhaled deeply as he sat beside Stacy’s unconscious body. Machines beeped steadily, reminding him that despite the silence, she was alive. If not because of Fredrick who texted him about the incident, until now, he'd have been clueless. He watched her face, pale and still, her breath barely m
Adams didn’t waste another second. The moment Henry walked out of the store, blood still fresh on his lips and that mocking grin still etched on his face, Adams went after him. He didn’t care about the things he wanted to buy. Didn’t care about the people staring or the mess they left behind. He ne
Cassia blinked, trying to take in what he said. “If your mom really had something to do with this... then maybe Martinez was innocent?” she mumbled, but Darvan caught it. He looked at her. “You think he didn’t do it? Did he say anything?” Cassia sighed and sat down on the couch. “I don’t even know